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Some of the customers I sell to, I get to be friends with. The other day, I called on one that had just gotten out of the hospital.

I sat a spell while he told me about his ordeal in the hospital and his brush with death. I thought it was worth repeating. It reminded me that prayer is the greatest healer and lives can be changed with it. I hope I can do this story justice, as I’m writing from my memory alone.

I was surprised at how well he was able to put his thoughts and feelings into words so soon after that kind of ordeal.

In my family, there are changes happening on both ends of the spectrum.

On one end, my son, Michael, who just turned 16, is learning to drive. He has been so excited since getting his driver’s permit, and no matter how short or long the trip we are taking, he always wants to get behind the wheel.

On Groundhog’s Day, Punxsutawney Phil did not see his shadow, so we should anticipate an early spring.

We also will be celebrating Valentine’s Day and President’s Day. We should not forget our loved ones on Valentine’s Day and we should honor our past presidents and ask Congress to work together and with President Obama during his second term, not only for the United States, but for us here locally.

I would have to commend all of the county entities with their work on getting our roads drivable on Jan. 25.

A great American legend, and one of my heroes, was buried last week. But “Stan the Man” Musial was more than a hero, he was and remains a legend. And legends live on, influencing those who come behind them, inspiring new acts of courage and goodness.

While delightfully out-of-season Ocean Waters from Sonic and frequent ill-advised trips to the tanning salon have helped me avoid obsessing over the countdown, unfortunately, I don’t think my house can wait that long.

Four years at Lindsey Wilson College helped me gain a well-rounded education, lifelong friends and an accumulation of items that I simply don’t need anymore.

We’ve all heard the sounds that frighten us in the middle of the night. There’s a creaking sound.

Was it a door? No, of course not. The doors are locked and there’s no way anyone could get inside the house. How about someone taking a step across the dining room floor? No, don’t be silly. It was just the house settling. Yeah, that’s what it was.